Overwhelmed

A word from you,
and it's back.

You are in my mind,
overwhelmed
by you in five thousand dimensions,
by you in three thousand smells,
by you in two thousand tastes,
by you in a thousand lights,
by you in five hundred skins,
by you in three hundred whispers,
by you in two hundred caresses,
by you in a hundred kisses,
by you,
just one you.

Cards

I laid my cards wide open on the table,
as I set my bid for her to see.

She kept her hand neatly covered,
cards held against her chest,
but her eyes shone in a changed way.

I never saw what she was holding,
and she never said what was her bid.

But when I walked away empty-handed,
I knew that I had lost and won,
and she was covering no winning hand,
but shielding an open wound.

Lounging on the recess of empty spaces,
I choose my words with random nonsense,
I surrender the logic that was left in me,
and taste imaginary lips torn from remembrance.

Last of the transient moods,
first of the final stages,
I fall where I once stood,
and drown in my dark ages.

Don't take me seriously,
I'm not worth it.